When we arrived, I saw Jeannette was wearing clothes nearly identical to what Annette had worn to the beach - capri pants and a tight-fitting red t-sh...rt, contrasted with Annette’s black t-shirt.“Shall I get a bottle of wine?” Annette asked.“That’s up to the two of you,” I replied.Annette and Jeannette chattered in French, then the two of them went to the basement and returned with what I would absolutely have predicted had I thought about it - a bottle of Spanish red. In fact, I was pretty. Steven smiled and bent down to hug Faith. Faiths grabbed on to Steven and tighten her grip around his waist, making sure he won’t let go. Oh, how she missed her best friend. Faith inhaled Steven’s scent. It was so sweet that it could make Faith’s blood flow faster. Faith let go. Faith knew she had to stop think of Steven like this, he was her friend and not to mention very gay. But he was so damn hot. She didn’t know how Jimmy could leave him. If she had her hands on this fine man, she would. .. you know... might expect..."Cal had a flashback to the time he had to fight laughter in Rebecca's room when she thought he was expecting to take glamour shots of her. This was, of course, a more serious matter, but he still had to fight the laughter. Why would she think he would expect that? Of course it was a very appealing prospect, but he had no right to expect it.As he struggled to hold his composure, it occurred to him that her expectation was not really that strange. Ever since THE DAY. I felt nicely stuffed. An online Master ordered me to leave my thong on and put alligator clips on my clit and outer pussy lips My God it hurts. The teeth of the clips were biting into the tender flesh of my nipples, puss lips and clit. And because there was a clip on my clit too I could not rub it. My pussy was leaking of horny pussy juices. Geez, I was so fucking horny. I needed a cock to roughly abuse all my holes. I needed cum in my mouth, so I called my favorite r****t Master from our BDSM.